The Slicer

She was in danger. Real danger. She had run as fast as she could but it wasn’t enough. He was still following her. He was somewhere behind her or maybe on the left in the shadows. Was that movement? There? She couldn’t be sure. Maybe she could get away if she kept going? Keep going! Maybe she would run into someone, an unlikely hero or maybe even a cop alerted by her screams. Could she run any further?

The killer sprang from nowhere, butchers knife brandished aloft still bloodstained and Lucy jumped out her skin. God she hated horror films.